Nonsense really.

“Can someone untie my arms. I just wanted a ride to my car. It’s at the mall like fifteen minutes away. So sleepy.” Your heavy lids close and wonderful dreams of dresses shoes, shopping malls, flit through your head. Memories of shopping as a kid, hiding in the racks of clothes as your mom shopped for clothes, the feel of the soft fabric.

Steve is tapping your cheek with his hand, “Can you wake up? Do you want us to just take you somewhere? We found your car. James thinks we should leave you here and lock you in your car, can you hear me, wake up.”

Blinking, he comes into focus, you are indeed in the back seat of your car. The jacket and your phone on the passenger seat. “I’m awake.” Your eyes close.

“Ugh, give us the address, we will drive your car home.”

They aren’t able to rouse you enough to get the dorm address from you. You drift in and out of sleep, they are taking you somewhere. “Pick her up, I’ve got all her stuff, it says room 414.”

A woman’s voice wakes you next, “Who the hell are you? Who’s she? What do you want?” They aren’t talking to you.

Steve answers her, “This is Lexi, Lexi Pike, she’s your roommate I guess. We were partying and she was just so tired she passed out.”

“We totally ruined her. Heh heh.” Another voice chimes in.

“She had a long day. Anyway, we found all these documents and stuff in her car. Should I put her on a bed somewhere?”

The female voice answers, “Fuck that, she’s filthy, put her in the tub. She’s obviously drunk, she will be happy, trust me.”

“Okay.” The cool porcelain chills your skin. Your mind drifts away once more.